“We’re going,” Luka said, striding into the foyer and moving straight to the door. “Don’t make her wear it. If she wants to be difficult, she can be cold.” “I’m not being difficult,” she spat. “And you’re not even wearing a jacket.” He stopped beside her, giving her a mocking smile as he lifted a hand and black flames flared to life. Tessa rolled her eyes with a huff. Reaching for the door handle, Luka said, “Bring the hat, Theon. When she gets cold, be sure and make her say please before you give it to her.”
I want Luka so bad.
